I nearly tried to put the last straw on the camel's back. I stopped myself just in time. Here's the situation, as an illustration of how my mind works. On Monday I'm doing technical things for a sketch show. One of the sound cues is currently on a CD in someone's hand and I need a copy of it before Monday. The person whose hands it's in, will post it to me, her hands, though, are healing hands. She's a very nice young lady and a massage therapist, who has offered free massages to people she knows in order to get some practice in. She lives in North East London. This weekend, I'm due to visit my sister in North London. I'm also due to do a shed load of painting in the next 20 hours. My back is already a bit achey. Time is very tight.

I nearly got as far as suggesting to the massage person that I somehow squeezed in a trip to her place in order for her to apply therapy to my aching back in between my painting and sister visit during which time I could also pick up the CD.

It sort of makes sense.

But being massaged by someone I know is a bit weird... as is running round even more like a bluearsed fly in the name of placebo convenience. She can post the disc and I can do without the manipulation.

Though I think I need a massage.

A long sleep would help.